Dauntless God Of War novel Chapter 172

Some of the people remaining in the hall began to joke.

Vivian applied the ointment she had bought, then returned to the hall.

She then told her husband, Yulian, what she had seen not too long ago.

“Is what you're telling me true?” Yulian asked in surprise after hearing what Vivian said.

She nodded her head in response.

In that instant, he finally knew why Isabella's parents and Harold were taking such a long time to retrieve their calligraphy artwork. His lips curved into a smirk before he left the living room immediately to make a call. He rang Max Brady, the chairman of Newcove Antiques Association.

Just as everyone in the room was running out of patience, Benson and Pauline returned with Harold in the lead.

Yuvan leered at Harold, his face full of hostility as he asked, “Where's your calligraphy artwork?”

“It's here!” Harold spun around and took the artwork from Benson's hands.

He brought the new calligraphy artwork over to the coffee table. As for the other calligraphy artwork on the table that had been torn into two, he crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the rubbish bin.

Then and only then, he unveiled the Loyalty to the Country he had just written.

When Yuvan saw how Harold treated his torn calligraphy artwork as rubbish and simply threw it away, he became so infuriated that he nearly got a stroke. “Y-Y-You!”

But before he could burst out in rage, Isabella's grandparents had already descended from their sovereign seats with the support of their canes.

The rest of the people hastily crowded around the coffee table.

The moment Victor arrived by the coffee table, he swept a glance across the calligraphy. In an instant, he was thunderstruck by the murderous aura pouring from the very words. With all his heart, he praised, “Well written! Very well written!”

By then, Yuvan had been pushed back by the others, but his interest was piqued by Victor's compliments. With a face full of doubt, Yuvan squeezed his way to the coffee table.

As soon as he laid his eyes upon the artwork that Harold had procured, he was awestruck.

His expertise in assessing antique calligraphy was rather good. Otherwise, he would not have attained the position of vice-chairman of the Newcove Antiques Association.

If Victor could notice the ferociousness in the calligraphy at a glimpse, so could Yuvan.

That was the second time he had ever felt such a bloodthirsty presence from a work of calligraphy.

The other calligraphy artwork had been crumpled into a ball and thrown into the wastepaper basket.

Suspicions welled up within Yuvan's heart. Wasn't it said that the God of War had only written one “Loyalty to the Country?” Was I cheated by my contact?

When Yuvan was about to demand an explanation from Harold, Yulian's voice bellowed from behind him. “This artwork is a fake! This brat here wrote this not too long ago to fool everyone. Someone witnessed them buying ink and calligraphy paper from the bookstore!”

His words resulted in an abrupt change in expression on the faces of Isabella's parents.

However, it also enraged Victor to the point where he was about to smack Yulian with his cane.

Victor had just commented on how well-written the calligraphy was, but his son then stood out and declared it a fake.

It appeared as if Yulian was trying to embarrass Victor in front of everyone.

The eighty-year-old Victor was beyond humiliated and was at a loss for what to do.

Without holding anything back, Victor reprimanded his son furiously, “What nonsense are you spewing right now?”

“Dad, what I'm saying is true. The three of them took thirty minutes to retrieve a work of calligraphy. Don't you all find that odd? What's weirder was that when my wife went to the pharmacy, she saw Pauline entering the bookstore to get some ink and paper!” Yulian refused to pass up on his perceived chance to expose Isabella's parents, blatantly ignoring his father's chagrin.